"Chuck, don't be a jerk. Those guys are putting you on, Joe said. "No chick is going to fuck anybody, especially those creeps."

It did sound suspicious to Jim, but he was so horny he didn't want to take a chance of missing any possibility. He asked Chuck for more information.

"She lives over on Elm Street," he said. "Larry was walking down the street when she opens the door of her car, and a whole bag of groceries falls out all over the place. So, naturally, Larry helps her pick them up and she invites him in the house. Before he knew what was happening, she's shoving her tits in his face and he fucks her. A few days later, he goes over there again with Dennis and some other guys and she takes them all on."

Chuck was so excited about telling his story that his eyes were bulging and his face was red. Jim's cock, which was always semi-erect with thoughts of Peg, was now fully stiff and beating in his jeans.

"What's she look like?" he asked Chuck.

"Well, Larry said she's not bad," Chuck said.

"Yeah, not bad," Joe said. "If Larry said she's

not bad, she must be a real dog. If she were only ugly, he would have said she was good-looking. His taste is up his ass."

Jim had to agree about Larry, but he was still interested.

"Well, maybe we could check her out before getting too far into this thing. Then, if she's really all right, we can try and get laid. What the fuck, we've got nothing to lose."

"What are you going to do?" Tom asked. "Go up to her door and take a look at her, then just leave if she turns out to be a hag?"

"Well, we can think of something that will make it easy," Jim said. "One of us can go to her door for some made-up reason, get a look at her, then let the others know what she's like."

When Jim saw that the other guys weren't interested in his plan, he got angry and said, "You guys just don't want to get laid. What a bunch of pansies." He was truly disappointed in his buddies.